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My daily Travels – to work (dramatised)

Its the crack of dawn, the sun shyly creeping up over the horizon almost apologetically, and with reason! How dare dawn come so soon!

The alarm buzzes away and temptation to hit snooze is at its most deadly..

Yet I tumble out of bed and stagger toward the kitchen. An espresso later, ah the aroma, ah the feel of the hot sweet liquid as it flows down my throat, my thoughts graduate from simple monosyllabic “ugh ugh” grunts to something akin civilised human consciousness. Its almost as if the coffee marshalls and puts all the wayward neurons firing between my brain cells into orderly groups.

Human thought restored and a shower give me the courage to don my furs and pick up my weapons. I head out into the cold and windy wilderness in search of my trusty steed who is always lingering not far away. We head out towards our destination devising a roundabout route in order to avoid the enemy hoards clogging the passes to the east of us.

Navigating along a winding and twisted road we traverse across numerous luscious and green valleys ripe with all forms of flora, and probably countless critters scurrying below the undergrowth, we scale and crest mountains, high and windy, winds cold enough to chill ones bones through, we negotiate thick forests, dense and almost impassable forcing us to pick a tortured and meandering path. All along we encounter small parties of the enemy hoards, foraging parties, flank patrols or mere stragglers which we dispatch with ease causing us minimal delay.

Finally we break through, cresting atop a promontory, looking down towards our destination far below and barely visible in the haze. Is it the haze of battle or simply a morning haze? Our weary eyes cannot tell but trudge on we must.

We are almost there… but take heed!

The dangers of the journey are not over – with the last leg being just as tricky as all the rest of the journey as we, I and my trusty steed, must work our way through a further labyrinth of paths until we find the safe haven of our destination.

The epic journey to be repeated at the end of the day – if only I manage to find my trusty steed again!



End of an Era (so to speak)

A new life starts once the previous one ends… isn’t that always how it goes.

No matter how much you try, change happens in life and life can never stay simple and constant. However change happens. It can be a change for the better or a change for the worse (sadly that does happen), or simply change! No better or worse then before.

My life, and my family has been going through a painful change for a number of years.  The main tectonic shift of change started with the passing away of my Grandmother, my Mother and my Father all within a year of each other. 3 years of relentless heartbreak which was very hard on all of us.

The turmoil continued for another 3 or so years due to disagreements between us brothers and sisters but we are finally reaching an end of that long saga.

Last Monday – 18th December 2017 – was our last official day in Iklin after which the family home is handed over to the new owners.

So it is now onwards and upwards (eventually – as when my new place in Mosta is ready I will be on the first floor). In the interim staying in a lovely little windswept town – Zurrieq (thank you so much sis! you saved me here) until Mosta is done. Yep, that’s a move within a move which can be a bit heavy but it definitely trumps (not the US ‘President’ pls) sleeping in a bus stop.

The departure from Iklin was long in the coming – a tormented process which was arduous, long and tiring. It required quite an amount of logistical coordination and also caused some friction between us all at certain points. it was also a rather dusty affair which left my hands feeling they were covered in sandpaper for at least 5 days. At this point I must thank my cousin and her man (:-) ) who jumped in to help us with storage – Thanks a million you two, fantastic help you have been.

Last Monday evening once I had completed the packing of the last few things I wanted to take out and after helping my sisters in their last minute searched through the piles of timeless flotsam and jetsam of years and years of life I decided to do a bit of a ritual. I needed to do it as, as one of my sisters commented, it was like losing our parent’s a second time over – quite hard to take and very emotional. So, starting with the upstairs apartment, which was our Grandmum’s (Nanna) house, I went and bade fare well to each room, each cranny of the house. I did the same downstairs, our parent’s house and mine for most of my life, pausing for a while in our parent’s bedroom. I then walked the garden and bade farewell to all the trees, all the plants, weeds and herbs and bushes and flowers and parasites, bade farewell to all the animal and various fauna that live there – the numerous cats and dogs that have come and gone – some buried lovingly in the lower field, some creeping in and staying for a while just to move on to pastures new and some dropping in just for a visit – cats, dogs, goats, numerous chickens, rats and mice, bats, snakes even, many different types of birds Including a majestic Eagle Owl and all the ants that felt the urge to help us eat all our food.

That has past now… Iklin stands alone on the top of Iklin Valley, empty and morose and looking very sad.
Good bye Iklin and thank you for the years of wonderful service, despite all your shortcomings, short circuits, monstrous plumbing and crumbling construction we love you and will miss you.
You stood tall and proud on top of that hill despite all the mistreatment you received from nature and human alike, almost majestic were it not for the shabby outward look (which was our fault after all). You were witness to all forms of emotion, happiness, love and success, sadness, pain and grief, anger, frustration and despair and loads of comic relief from our parent’s wonderful attitude to life.

You will be gone soon, pulled down, demolished, returned to dust but you will live long in our hearts.

Good bye Villa Gerald
Fare thee well
Here’s to a new start
A new life
A new home
An end which is also a beginning.

House Hunting

Do those two words, when put together as in the title, instill happy feelings or fear and foreboding?

I am currently in the process, albeit still in the early stages, of searching for my own place.

That’s quite late in life you may say and indeed it is but such is my situation and all the reasons that have conspired to bring me to this are not the subject of this post so I won’t bore you with the pedantry of the past.

So, house hunting I have begun. 

At first it was merely wishful thinking, which is not very helpful to be honest but at least set the grounds on what I would like, and browsing properties on estate agency websites. While this is all well and good it can also be rather challenging and misleading. There are hundreds of possibles which can all lead to confusion. So, unless you have something specific in mind and a good balance in the bank this approach will never lead to anything concrete.

However, if you don’t, having someone in the know and in the property business giving you a helping hand is a massive plus.

I have been lucky to find a chap who has the patience to listen to my confused ideas and who has the expertise to convert those ideas into something tangible.

Ideas which we spent close to two or more hours discussing at his office one early spring morning.

Since that chat we have visited some sites, mostly still on plan with construction work just starting out and one, so far, finished and lived in. The last, the lived in, is a big help in trying to envisage what those still being built would look like. 

Pouring over the architect’s plans is one thing but trying to visualise the finished product is not easy.

Five properties viewed so far with three eliminated almost immediately. Two of the first viewed are still on the cards but we are planning to view quite a few more…

In the meantime confusion abounds.

Aimless wanderings after work always end up here

When unsure of what to do or where to go…

And to top that off a stomach that groans after a long day at work…

I always seem to find myself gravitating to the same place.

Strangely enough though I never actually go directly, always trying to talk myself out of it despite the fact that I enjoy the place no end every time I go.

So, subconsciously or not, I devise a walking route around the area that takes me past the establishment a number of times until I would have built up my appetite or worn out my shoes.

And then, suddenly as if an afterthought, I charge in and take up my favorite spot, that is just in front of the chef’s counter, where I can watch the guy create his culinary art.

I always seem to go for the same fair, some nigiri and a few pieces of sashimi. However lately I tried the kimchi – which, although spicey enough to pop your guts and clear that nasal congestion that you weren’t suffering from, is surprisingly good – washed down with some Soju and miso soup.

The chef hands the dishes directly to me which adds a touch of familiarity which is rather pleasant.

I always leave the place well served, well filled and well satisfied, albeit a touch more out of pocket then I can really afford.

Mind you, it is money well spent.

I refer to, by the way, the Korean/Japanese restaurant in Paceville by the name of Club Sushi.

Try it, you won’t be disappointed.

Angry Diamonds

Easy isn’t it

Just say yes

And you’re done!

From there on you’re helpless

What seems good for one

Is very bad for some.



Though you cannot see them

There are vultures out there

listen to me I say

Stay on your guard and be aware

Don’t be taken in by the play

Keep them all at bay.



And remember this

Never let your guard down

It is easy to be distracted

The truth not always shown

A play of deceit enacted

And soon your shield is retracted.




Hidden away no more

Fonts of sadness escape

Aimless and sore

mist over the mind’s landscape

No longer protected by a drape.



Only one cure

Only one way to forget

To put aside and calm your mind

Move on, out of the net

By the seas and caressing wind

Angry Diamonds left behind.



Feb 2017

Marlene Farrugia rebels over university on ODZ land, fires warning –

Marlene Farrugia rebels over university on ODZ land, fires warning –

Long term Chaos for short term gain

Long term Chaos for short term gain

Deceitful comparisons

Deceitful comparisons

Well said Marlene. We need more MP’s with your level of loyalty, honesty & integrity if Malta is to move away from the current cesspit of corruption.

yet you are wasting your talents while on the Labour Ticket. Move on please and find a outfit that better reflects your policies.

Ban Hunting Outright

Ban Hunting outright…
Recently we filled in a signature form for Birdlife who are collecting signature to petition the Government to hold a referendum on Spring Hunting.
I think that should be amended to include all hunting, any time, anywhere..

Check this link – – tried to embed the post but it wouldn’t work.